Hey everyone! I'm back for a new story! HA! You guys thought I died, didn't you?! Sorry to disappoint, but I'm back! I'm like a bad penny; you can't escape me! *insert evil laughter*
Anyway. In all honesty, the reason I just kind of disappeared off the face of the planet is because I was going through a difficult time (curse you emotions!) and I had absolutely no inspiration to write. It's still kind of difficult, but I'm coming out of my funk. I wanted to say thank you to all my loyal followers...I hope you haven't given up on me. I'll do my very best to not disappoint you again!
This story was requested by retro mania, so in all honesty, you guys should be thanking him because his request inspired me to write again.
Warning(s)
Gender-bending
The occasional curse word
Teens being teens
Possible OOC-ness, but I'll try to keep that to a minimum
More to be added as it comes up
Don't like any of the above? Don't read!
Still with me? Good. Enjoy guys! You all know the drill!
Disclaimer- I own NOTHING!
Tick-Tock
Prologue
In an ordinary town, there was an ordinary girl. She was average height, average intelligence, and average appearance. There was nothing about her that was particularly spectacular, and if anyone asked, she would simply respond that she had no special skills. She didn't have a plan, she didn't know where she would be when she graduated in four years, and she certainly didn't plan to change any of that anytime soon. She was ordinary, and everyone around her would readily agree with that assessment, except her parents of course, because it is the job of the parent to encourage and love and overall sing praises of their children, no matter how ordinary they may be.
This ordinary girl had plain sandy-colored hair braided halfway down her back, plain boring brown eyes, plain features that didn't stand out in any way, and she wore plain clothes that most guys would typically wear. More often than not, she was seen in a plain, solid color, boring t-shirt, slightly ragged blue jeans, and white sneakers that had definitely seen better days. In fact, the only thing that was memorable about this particular girl was the fact that she had the tendency to wear guy clothes.
Her name was Michelle Webster, and yes, she was completely, one hundred percent ordinary. Nothing exciting ever happened in this fifteen year old girl's life, and she assumed that nothing exciting ever would happen because that was just the way of the world. However, as is the case with teenage girls, on the inside, she was in turmoil. At age fifteen, she was at the point in her life where nothing made sense and she felt the need to rebel, to break the rigid conformity her parents forced upon her and to find her own path that she might one day follow.
Michelle's parents wanted her to follow in their footsteps; in other words, they wanted her to be boring. Boring wasn't her style. Oh sure, she tolerated it now, but she knew if she just had a chance to get out of this oppressive life, this decaying atmosphere that pressed down so heavy on her chest, she knew she could be something extraordinary! So she moved through life trying to pacify her parents but still be herself.
No one understood her reasoning, not her parents, and certainly not her bratty little brother. Her friends got it, to an extent, but they weren't exactly like her. Her friends liked sports, they liked to mess around, and yes, they even liked extreme skateboarding like she did, but they were still girls, and on occasion, they liked to go to the mall, and…shop. Shopping was the worst. Michelle would rather stab a needle into her own eye than…shop. That was how much she hated it. So her girl friends were irrational and liked to torture themselves, and recently, her guy friends had been nothing but clumsy bulls on steroids. It was all about football, all about MVP, all about how hot that new girl was. She didn't want to hear it! What happened to playing the game just because? When did it become about being the best on the high school's Junior Varsity team to get a full sports scholarship to the college of their choice? Didn't anyway just…love the game anymore?
The boys said she didn't understand because she was a girl. On the other hand, the girls said she didn't get it because she spent too much time with the boys. One thing the two groups agreed on was that she hadn't matured enough yet to understand anything. Michelle felt as though she was stuck between a rock and a hard place, and there was absolutely no way out.
She hated it. It made her feel sick inside, it made her stomach turn and boil and she wanted nothing more than to scream her rage to the sky. Michelle sometimes wanted to hit her friends upside the head because they were just so stupid. It made her furious and a roiling anger that she could barely describe consumed her until all she saw was red. Worst of all, she wasn't always certain just what had made her so angry in the first place. These emotions confused her and so she did her very best to ignore them.
Not only were her relationships with her friends and family going to hell, but her grades were going down the toilet, too! She had Cs in most of her classes, and her parents just kept nagging her about doing well in school, going to college, getting a career, blah, blah, blah, she really didn't care. It was all too boring; she just wanted to play sports! The teachers weren't helping either. In the past year alone, she couldn't count how many times she'd been pulled aside by either one of her teachers or the principal himself to get the classic "apply yourself and you'll go far" lecture when she would rather just go to the park and skateboard, and she had even skipped school before to do that very thing. Her parents had been livid when they found out how many times she'd skipped and had proceeded to take away everything she owned and ground her for a month.
Tommy, the little brat, found the whole thing absolutely hilarious.
Ah, yes, eleven year old Tommy Webster was a whole other set of problems in and of himself. He drove his older sister absolutely, one hundred percent, utterly and completely insane. There were many times in Tommy's short eleven years of life that Michelle had considered murdering him. He broke into her room, stole and hid her stuff, he flung her computer out the window once and called it an accident, he'd snapped several of her CDs and disk games in half, he'd taken her bike and left it on the curb with the garbage and she'd never seen it again, and one year, when they were on vacation, a cruise in the Bahamas, he'd taken her skateboard (she never went anywhere without it) and thrown it into the ocean! It was a limited edition one, too! These mischievous things he always did at the absolute last second, so that by the time Michelle figured out what he'd done, she could never find time to fix his mistakes. And her parents let him get away with it all! More than once, her parents had caught her with her hands at Tommy's throat after all of his tricks, and she had been punished for strangling her brother while he got a cookie and a pat on the head for destroying her things! Oh, how she loathed her brother with every fiber of her being! There was absolutely no familiar affection for Tommy in her.
So, in a nutshell, sometimes she felt like her life had gone to hell in a hand-basket.
Fifteen year old Michelle Webster. Ordinary girl all around. Every girl felt like that at her age. However, poor, poor Michelle didn't realize that she hadn't even seen "hell in a hand-basket" yet.
There you have it, guys! The prologue for my second Goosebumps fanfic! Since I'm trying to get into a rhythm for my updates, the next chapter will be up on Sunday August 9th. Sorry for the short prologue guys. Like I said, I'm trying to get back into writing fanfics. A prologue isn't supposed to be super long anyway.
Hope it's what you were looking for, retro mania!
As always, my readers, you know what I'm going to say!
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